My brain and my body are estranged.
My brain fears the passion interred within the body;
It worries that the body will carry them both
To a place where the brain does not want to go
And keep it longer than it wants to stay.
The body cannot forgive the brain
For abandoning it
When the world became too scary.
And so, the two inhabit the same form.
But they are strangers.
Moving about the world
With no regard for the other.
The brain is a dictator
Demanding this life choice or another.
The body more or less remains silent
Stifled under pounds of excessive flesh
(another sin committed against it by the brain).
But every so often
It screams out.
And the brains has no choice but to capitulate.
Temporarily of course.
It’s a phase.
It will pass.
And the body will be silent once more.
When the body steers, the brain looks away.
It believes that refusing to see
Permits it to deny
The existence of these carnal choices.
And the purity of the brain
Remains intact once more.
Once in awhile
The two are forced to unite.
When they do
They smash against each other
With the awkwardness of sober first-time lovers
But with just a spark of magic
That signals greatness is possible
If they could only learn to work together.